Renton's (Ewan McGregor) opening scene monologue from the cult classic Trainspotting (1996).
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players, electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on a couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows
stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. ...
Choose rotting away at the end of it, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish fucked-up brats that you've spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
What did you choose today?